The Doctor's Appointment
by Little Demon Boy
This story takes place a little after I Love My Daddy.

I woke up one day with my Daddy shaking me.

"Come on, son. We need to get going."

"Why, Daddy?", I asked still shaking the sand out of my eyes.

"Because you have a doctor appointment. Don't worry, son, it's just a 
normal check-up."

He lifted me out of my crib and onto my changing table. I wasn't too 
worried about my doctor finding out about my diapees; he was the one 
who diagnosed my small bladder and prescribed them. After Daddy changed 
my diapee he put a T-shirt on me and carried me towards the kitchen. I 
didn't expect Daddy to put anything else on me because I normally don't 
when I go to the doctor. Daddy put a bottle of milk in the microwave 
and we waited for it to heat up. The bell rang and Daddy got the bottle 
and carried me over to the rocker in my nursery, sat down, laid me down 
against his arm, and fed me the bottle. I just sucked on my ba-ba and 
smiled at Daddy. He smiled back at me and I knew that he loved me. I 
finished my bottle and Daddy turned me over his shoulder and patted me 
on my back trying to get me to burp. I eventually did and he then 
started patting my bum to get me to poop. It worked and pretty soon I 
even started pooping in my diapee. Daddy just kept on patting me until 
I stopped.

When he was done he pulled on the back of my baby pants to see how bad 
the damage was. My mess had smushed around everywhere and had squished 
around to the front and had covered that too, including my peepee. 
Daddy carried me back to the changing table and made me stand up and 
hold my shirt while he removed the diapee. He took the wipes and 
started cleaning up my bum. It took about 8 wipes but he finally got my 
bum clean. He then laid me down, with my shirt around my upper chest, 
on my back and finished cleaning up my front. After all the mess was 
gone he flipped me over onto my tummy so he could lotion my bottom. 
When that was done he laid an open diapee next to me and flipped me 
onto it. I opened my legs up wide so Daddy could finish his chore. He 
lotioned and powdered me and pulled the diaper up between my legs and 
taped the tapes. He pulled my shirt down and picked me up, holding me 
on the hip.

"Come on, son. It's time to go to the doctor's office." I whimpered a 
little bit as Daddy carried me to the car. I didn't like the doctor 
because of shots and stuff. Daddy set me into the kiddy car seat and 
buckled me in then went to his side and buckled himself in. Daddy 
started the car and set off for the doctor's. It was a short drive so 
it wouldn't be long. I had gotten so scared on the way there that I had 
wet my diapee before we even got there. When we did get there Daddy 
came around and helped me out of the seat. I was glad that my shirt was 
down to my knees so no one else could see my diapee. We went in the 
waiting room and Daddy let me play with the other kids while he went to 
check me in. I noticed that some of the other 4-year-olds were also 
wearing diapees so I didn't feel to bad about my diapees. I hadn't been 
playing for long when I heard, "Come on, son. Time to see the doctor." 
This caused me to wet myself again as I shakily walked to Daddy. Daddy 
picked me up and carried me past the doors and into the actual exam 
room. A little while later the doctor came in. He was a big man and 
always scared me when I saw him, causing me to wet myself a third time.

"Hey, kiddo, remember me?"

"You remember Dr. Gamble, don't you, son?" I just nodded my head.

"I guess he's just a little shy, little boys do that when they don't 
see someone for a long time. Anyways, let's get started. I already know 
he's wearing just a T-shirt and a more than likely wet diaper so I 
suggest you remove that now."

Gamble raised my shirt and he and Daddy could see how wet I was, so 
Daddy took it off of me and threw it in the biohazard container. Since 
his hands were in the perfect place Gamble lifted me up onto the table 
and laid me down on it with my shirt still up and my upper chest, feet, 
and everything in between showing. He took a stethoscope and started 
listening to different areas of my body. After that he made me sit up 
and got the tongue depressor and made me say 'Aahh'. Then after setting 
an absorbent pad under me he pushed on my lower area where my bladder 
was to see if it had improved any. It hadn't so I, of course, peed.

"Oh well, guess you'll just have to stay like this. Now, just one more 
thing and then that's it." I saw him preparing some shots and I tried 
to run out of the room but Daddy caught me and held me close to him. I 
tried to get out of his grip but Daddy wouldn't let me go and I started 
to cry.

"It's okay, son. This is gonna help you."

"Okay, the shots are ready. Could you please raise his shirt?" I 
started to cry harder as I felt Daddy pull my shirt up in the back 
exposing my bare bottom.

"No, I don't want any shots," I cried.

"I know you don't WANT them, but you NEED them."

I felt the pain of the first needle and started to cry even harder and 
continued to try to get out of Daddy's arms. I felt 2 more pricks and I 
cried till there were no more tears in me. "Now that that's done I'll 
go get a band-aid and diaper for him," and he left out the door.

"See, son, was that so bad?"

I still felt the sting so I didn't answer. A few minutes later the 
doctor came and put a band-aid over the place where he stuck me then 
put a diaper on me. Daddy finally let me go and lowered my shirt and I 
just wanted to leave. Daddy went to the desk and was told of my next 
appointment and stuff. We walked back to the car with me still crying 
and holding Daddy's hand, I'm pretty sure I scared a few of the other 
kids. When we got home Daddy properly powdered me. He fed me another 
bottle and put me down for a nap. After that I just cuddled with him 
till dinner and till bath time after that. Daddy put me in a new diaper 
and laid me down in my crib for the night.

"Good night, son. Don't worry, you don't have to go to the doctor's 
again for awhile." "Night, Daddy." He gave me my paci, a night bottle, 
and Tucker and soon I fell asleep.

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